Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Vietnam and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Rakim to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Supertramp,
Camberwell Now,
kango's stein massive,
Peter & Gordon,
OOIOO,
Reagan Youth,
Stiv Bators,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sparks,
Ice-T,
Country Teasers,
David Bowie,
Bootsy Collins,
Ultra Naté,
Lou Christie,
The Smiths,
the Swans,
Rhythm & Sound,
Black Bananas,
Young Marble Giants,
The Shadows of Knight,
Terrestrial Tones,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ohio Players,
Camouflage,
Drexciya,
Lou Reed,
John Foxx,
Eve St. Jones,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Deepchord,
The Golliwogs,
Jacob Miller,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Doors,
The Cure,
Mantronix,
The Names,
Jeff Mills,
Funkadelic,
The Skatalites,
Tommy Roe,
ABBA,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nirvana,
Tom Boy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Livin' Joy,
Fatback Band,
Lyres,
Todd Terry,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Althea and Donna,
Lakeside,
Minny Pops,
Prince Buster,
Dual Sessions,
Brothers Johnson,
Tomorrow,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.